My Poems

What I've Become, a Shell of the Past

Here I am, chained alone.

In the dark, no-one speaks,

forbidden sounds, not a peep.

I sigh, lonely. The fault is all mine.

I reach out to others, they shrink

back. I shout out, crying. They never

hear. I burst into tears, sad beyond grief.

The world oblivious, I am alone.

The dark is frightening, never without. That

friend in the distance, drifting about;

They see me, but just move away.

As if I were some shame they go.

I fall down, my eyes cast down. My hands

held up by the chains. The stone is cold

beneath my knees. The weeping long ceased.

In a world too harsh for me, I am trapped, in

my own body. My guardian shielding me,

making me harsh. Friendships never lasting,

surprising when they do. A sheltered life,

never good. The person just becomes a

shell. No-one home...just a hollow thing of

once was a nice warm human, not anymore.

A caring corpse throughout the day. Only

in my dreams am I free, to do what I please,

to start my own day.